Lantana by debgrant
When I grow up,
I would like to be lantana for a season.
No one would ever describe me that way,
but I would like the freedom to grow
wide and tall.
Unlike me, I would throw wild parties,
for bees, butterflies, birds humming in the band.
I would prank the neighbor by reaching
branches underneath the garage door as it closes
making it open again as they drove away.
Then I would grow where others couldn’t reach
and push aside any attempt
at being tamed.